Page 256 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“I’m glad you like them.”

“I would like something else even more I believe.”

“That would be?”

“Go to the counter over there and grab a condom. After, I want you to put it on me, then get up on this table.”

I didn’t waste any time doing his bidding. Not even a minute later, I was slowly crawling down his body. “Where do you want me now?”

“On my dick. Make us both come.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice, either. I quickly moved into position and the moment I impaled myself on him, pain shot throughout me. I had forgotten all about the plug, and now I was filled so completely that it hurt to even move. He made a motion with his hand and using his hard abdomen and chest, I pushed off of him before slamming myself back down.

It got easier the more I rode him. Easton felt so damn good inside of me and wanting to savor the moment, I ignored the pain and the need to come and developed a rhythm. Not long after, he reached between his body and mine, instantly finding my clit. Some men couldn’t find it with a manual, but not him. He began to furiously rub the small bud as I continued to ride him. It wasn’t long before that edge he’d brought me to before came rushing toward me.

“Come for me,” he urged, and it was all he needed to say.

My climax was more like a nuclear bomb going off than a small detonation. I rode him the best that I could through the first climax of mine and into another. It was during that second one when he came himself. I felt it, even more intensely because of the plug. The toy was then removed and I was carried over to the nearby bed.

Easton seemed different after the orgasm and a small amount of doubt started to creep in. During the aftercare, he evidently noticed it because he pulled me into his arms. “You were absolutely incredible, Shelby. I want to see you again once I get back into town.”

“Back into town? I didn’t realize you were leaving.”

I supposed I knew next to nothing about him, so the statement was ludicrous. I had no idea why I had even said it, but he chuckled softly. “It’s a last minute trip for work. My boss had actually wanted me to leave tonight, but I couldn’t go anywhere until I fucked you.”

“It would’ve been alright if you would’ve–”

“Shh,” he told me as he kissed my forehead. “There was nowhere else I wanted to be than here with you. I meant what I said earlier, though. I want to see you once I get back to town.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“I’m not sure. Would you like to exchange phone numbers? I could then reach out to you and let you know.”

“Sure,” I told him.

Minutes later, we had each other’s phone numbers programmed into our contact lists. He then got into bed and held me until I had fallen asleep. Sometime during the night he had left, but I wasn’t upset since he’d explained to me earlier why he had to go. Knowing it wasn’t me, and that he was anxious to reunite, I smiled as I went into the small bathroom and took a shower. After, I got dressed, and instead of what others called a ‘walk of shame,’ I left Syn with a smile on my face and my head held high.

Seven

EASTON

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

I arrived in Los Angeles and went straight to being briefed on the mission before heading to the hotel for a small nap. I hated time zone changes, and while this particular one gifted me an additional hour, it was still annoying me. I’d have much rather been at home, or Syn where I could’ve brought Shelby to another orgasm or two.

The redhead had seemingly gotten under my skin, and I had yet to figure out how to get her out of it. Ordinarily, I’d scene with a submissive and that was that. There’d been a few occasions where I would see the same woman a few times, but usually the pressing need to have her would dissipate after the first full scene. Shelby was proving to be different which should’ve worried me, but so far it hadn’t.

I’d watched those around me fall in love, but thankfully I’d been able to avoid drinking that same water. I didn’t love Shelby. I just wanted to fuck her a few more times. I knew once I did that she would be out of my system, then I could move on to someone else. She’d also move on, but neither of us would forget the memories made with one another. Memories we could be making as I lived and breathed, but work called and my loyalty was to the DEA.

My cell phone rang and I shook my head as I looked down at it. “Right on time,” I said as soon as I answered.

“Right on time for what?” my boss asked.

“I thought about why I’m here in California, then you call.”

“Sounds like perfect timing. Your mind is already on work, so I can cut straight to the chase.”

“Lay it on me, Warden.”

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